I took my seat in the fourth row of the concert hall and waited alone for Phil Cunningham to take the stage. The lyrics of his first song were displayed on a flip chart a few metres in front of me. I took a few minutes to write them down. As he took a seat next to me, PC mocked me for indulging in the old-fashioned practice of taking notes.

LM then joined us to bring the audience number up to three. My first priority was to ask her all about her move to her Edinburgh New Town flat. However, I was distracted by her hairstyle. Why was she going bald?